When he’s done ‘feeding,’ he drops the woman to the ground—roughly because otherwise itwouldn’t have been believable—and walks back into the club, past Farrah who dips into a dark corner to hide out of the way.
Farrah rushes over to the ‘victim.’
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she whisper-screams. “Are you okay? Hello? Ma’am? Are you okay?”
She inspects her neck, skimming her fingertips over the bite mark and pulling back to show the camera the fake blood. Then she looks around as if trying to find someone to help. With no one in sight, she picks up the woman under her armpits and drags her toward a door at the back of the trash area that leads to the street.
This is where the video cuts off. Farrah will explain to her father that she didn’t want to lose the glasses while helping the woman, so she took them off and stuck them in her purse.
“Cut!” Vara yells, like she’s the next Steven Spielberg.
Farrah walks back inside with the woman, whose name is Jessica, next to her.
“That was awesome,” Jessica says, beaming at my mate. “You were so good. I thought you were going to start crying.”
Jessica glances over her shoulder and finds Rorik leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
“Rory was amazing too. He’s so hot.”
She bites her lip and flutters her lashes at him, and he scowls back. He’s not having fun with this.
Why the hell did he volunteer then?
“Good job, everyone,” Vara says and leads us back into the center of the club. “Before we call it a night, let me review the footage to make sure everything recorded properly.”
Farrah walks to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I kiss the top of her head and find a booth for us to sit in. A supe who works at the club brings us drinks. Water and wine for Farrah and a beer for me.
She takes a sip of wine then another and another.
“Careful, Mouse, don’t you have class tomorrow at eight in the morning?”
She shrugs. “I’m having my TA takeover. I knew we’d be here late tonight, so I called her today saying I had a personal emergency I need to take care of. So that means I can get drunk.”
I groan. “Please don’t. You get really frisky when you’re drunk.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Yes, I don’t fuck drunk humans.”
“But what about drunk mates?”
I shake my head.
“What if the sober mate gives the gargoyle soldier permission to fuck his mate while she’s drunk?”
“Nope. And why are we talking like this?”
“Fine. Fine.” She snorts and pushes the wine glass away. “But what about fucking me while I’m asleep until I wake up?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You’re killing me.”
She laughs and buries her nose into my chest. And my armpit. She’s… smelling my armpit.
“I was curious,” she says and nuzzles back up to my chest.
“You were curious about how my armpit smells?”
“Yeah, you always smell so good. Even your armpits. Like campfire and vanilla and cedar. Little bit of citrus too.”
